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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Clementine
Benjamin Clementine
Piano
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Electric Bass Guitar
E.S.P.
E.S.P.
Strings
Manu Sauvage
Manu Sauvage
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Clementine
Benjamin Clementine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Clementine
Benjamin Clementine
Producer
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Producer
Richard Woodcraft
Richard Woodcraft
Recording Engineer
Chab
Chab
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Now as he sits on the back of this grey caravan Tomorrow he will probably be Jumping Parisian metro barriers with a bottle in his hand Sparkling, sparkling water mixed with peaches and ram Honestly I don't drink but if i did this will be my favourite punch He said Walk out the door with her he could see everyone Dressed in black a class that seem far too fetched She said, "Look at you, look at you, your game is over The cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure" "It is obvious that you are trying Dubious stop or you will die here You are pretending, but no one is buying" London, London, London is calling you What are you waiting for, what you searching for? London, London, London is all in you Why are you denying the truth? "I might, I might, I might be boring you" he said "Although it's not clear as the morning dew When my preferred ways are not happening I won't underestimate whom I am capable of becoming" History will be made today, is written boldly on his face So clear you could hardly miss it, you could hardly miss it For transcending the barriers of yesterday was and is the dream On a road where Cleopatra comes and goes Like fishes caught in ponds then thrown back for fun She said "Look at you, look at you, just pick a fleet Your cup is full, your cup is full, what have you not achieved?" "It is obvious that you are trying Dubious stop or you will die here You are pretending but no one is buying" London, London, London is calling you What are you waiting for, what you searching for? London, London, London is all in you Why are you denying the truth? "I might I might I might be boring you", he said "Although it's not clear as the morning due When my preferred ways are not happening I won't underestimate who I am capable of becoming"
Writer(s): Bruno Bertoli, Benjamin Breakspeare Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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